Awakening

You stare at the broken mirror Shattered reflections of the past I think we may be standing in the same Shadows that have been cast Zariah was pleased with Edrei’s reaction. For all her fire, for all her boisterousness, Edrei truly was a Launceleyn at heart – and that was where it mattered. ”I am glad to see you have not forgotten who you are.” she said, almost gently, on the verge of lovingly; for Zariah did love her family dearly in her own twisted way. But she was the Head of the family. She could not simply love them, she had to lead them, nurture them, shape them to be what they were intended to be and sometimes that came with punishment. Edrei had learned that lesson, and she was a stronger person for it. Her answer was equally pleasing. ”I am glad to see we are of the same mind on history. But looking back will only help us so much.” she said, watching her closely. ”We are going to conquer and rule this place. The Hollowed Grounds are naught but a leaderless wasteland full of weaklings and cowards, fooled into submission by gods who have forsaken them.” she said with a small smirk. The Head of the Launceleyns let that hang in the air for a moment. ”Us two are not enough, and Beatrix and Jace yet too young to accomplish much. We must rebuild, so I will be scouting for someone we can use. I expect you to make whoever that is feel welcome.” she said as she stood, walking over to a window and looking out at the street, almost absentmindedly. ”We must be quick and decisive, which may mean getting blood on our hands. I can count on you not to falter, correct?” she said, glancing at the younger woman out of the side of her eye. ZARIAH